It was as if Ning Qing couldn't seem to hear the questions from the reporters. She walked faster and faster. She lowered her eyes and held the report tightly in her hands as if she wanted to hide it. Her expression was flustered.
The reporters were getting more suspicious, and their curiosity grew as well.
It was getting more and more crowded. Someone had pushed Xiao Zhou and she bumped into Ning Qing and let out a faint cry. They stood in a state of uncertainty, but a strong gust of wind blew the paper in Ning Qing's hand to the crowd.
"I've got it, I've got it!" There was a shout of surprise.
"Let us see!" The crowd rushed to see it.
After they had seen it, the crowd gasped and look back at Ning Qing in disbelief.
Ning Qing leaned on Xiao Zhou's shoulder, weak and delicate, with panic and shame on her face, as large drops of tears welled up in her eyes.
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